Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

A phone suddenly slid across the floor and stopped right in front of him. Its screen lit up, displaying a photo of someone's face.

If Aspen, Andrew's loyal little servant, had been there, she definitely would have snapped, "How dare you! Who gave you the guts to sneak a photo of my master's devastatingly handsome face?"

Sure enough, the photo on the screen was of Andrew.

The man picked up the phone and asked in a low, gravelly voice, "Dead or alive?"

From the darkness, the High Oracle's faint laughter echoed. "If we can recruit him and make him ours, that would be the best outcome. But if not... crush his manhood and ask if he believes in our Sacred Order now."

The man asked again, "And if I crush it and he still doesn't believe it?"

The High Oracle's voice turned even colder. "Then snap his neck, or violate him brutally, whichever feels crueler. Be as vicious as you can. Use your judgment."

The man tightened his grip on the phone, grinned with a twisted smile, and turned to leave the hall. He pushed open the heavy doors, revealing a vast open sea outside.

Without hesitation, he dove straight into the ocean.

Another frigid morning swept over Serenity Villa. Out on the back lawn, training resumed as usual, but with a slight twist today.

and waved the other at Francesca.

You mean like... in bed? Or

"Seriously? Is your brain

thoughts and charged in with a sharp cry, throwing the

blocked it effortlessly with one hand, his

knee strike straight

struck her thigh with a knife-hand

dropped hard

but cheer, shifting his body sideways just in time

strike missed again, but she did not stop. Her elbow swung

of moves, countering each other with skill. After

no signs of slowing down. Seizing a small opening, he

and turning red instantly. "What kind of strike was that? That short

She stared in awe.

you could learn it now." Francesca nodded, eyes lighting up

strong, and her inner energy flowed smoothly.